The paintings Turner threw away,
The greatest one he never made,
A Chopin impromptu that nobody heard
But him,
A sunken ship,
That won't be found,
A falling tree that makes no sound,
The way that you are with no one around but me,
To touch a frozen waterfall,
A flower at a funeral,
A strange kind of beautiful,
Singing to an empty hall,
Silence at the curtain call,
You are unusual,
The information in a kiss,
Tells of things the words have missed,
A moment of you, the last on my lips each night,
To see a star with naked eyes,
And know it has already died,
Or a comet fly only once in a lifetime,
To know just enought,
to know we know nothing at all,
To touch a frozen waterfall,
A flower at a funeral,
A strange kind of beautiful,
Singing to an empty hall,
Silence at the curtain call,
You are unusual,
Tears of emperors as they fall,
The sound of soldiers at the door,
A strange kind of beautiful.
